Devil May Cry

Ooh.

Well, this is awkward.

I didn't realize the heist had such a specific dress code.

And here I came in my Easter best.

What the fuck is that thing?

It's a rabbit?

I don't care what it is. Kill it.

Oh.

There's no need for that.

Americans, the most dependable of your species.

Anything that doesn't fit your narrow understanding,

you shoot, bomb, or burn without hesitation.

And look where it's gotten you.

Four so-called soldiers of fortune

stealing common stones for a mere 2.5 million,

when there's something right in front of you

that is beyond earthly value.

Wait. How do you know the price we were offered?

I was the one who offered it.

The Force Edge.

Sword of the demon knight Sparda.

Ironic, isn't it,

that such a holy place would house the most powerful weapon of Hell?

Then again, Hell, as you call it,

has always been the true heart of human religion.

You can curb the worst of your savageries

only through collective fear and hatred of another world.

My world.

You talk a lot for a rabbit.

Take what you want, long as you still pay Rampart for this operation.

Rest assured, you will be paid everything you're owed.

Here we stand together on the threshold of a new age,

the age of the Demon.

This world is about to become much, much larger.

Well, not for you.

Sorry.

So--

Hey, excuse me.

Excuse yourself, lady.

Asshole!

Goddamn it, Ellie. What now?

You always pick the worst possible time, don't you?

If I didn't know better, I'd swear you did this on purpose.

- -

Please, take me.

Don't hurt my daughter.

What daughter?

Hey, look! The Three Stooges came out to play.

Jackpot!

Eh, the way this usually goes is, I do that then drop a killer one-liner.

But I'm drawing a complete blank now.

This never happens to me, I swear.

Okay, wait.

I got one. Pretend I just shot that guy.

Bang!

Man, Skeletor did not hold up since the '80s.

Not my best work, but you get it.

Um, I don't know how to thank you.

You saved our lives.

That is why you're here, right? To save us?

More or less.

There have been other attacks in the area. My client hired me to look into it.

Your client?

What kind of work do you do, exactly?

Demon hunting.

Wait, you're telling me they were actually...

What, those guys?

Those are just low-level demons.

Nothing to worry about.

Cute kid.

We really should be getting home now.

Shouldn't we, Ellie?

Say goodbye to the nice man.

Stop! What are you doing? That's my baby!

No, it's not--

Damn it.

["Rollin’ (Air Raid Vehicle)" by Limp Bizkit playing]

This is the first image released from last night's Vatican City bombings

that have shocked and horrified the entire world.

The suspect appears to have two strange protrusions on his back

that are shaped almost like wings.

A world in mourning.

One question weighs on the minds of all.

Who could be responsible?

The radical left is already using this to push their agenda

that America should step down from our role as,

quote-unquote, "global policemen."

But as the greatest country on Earth, we have a moral responsibility to lead.

Not to mention,

the surveillance image clearly shows some sort of weaponized wing-suit.

That is not any US military technology that I know of.

Exactly. With tech like that, it was probably the Russians.

Now, the government,

the corporatists that own it,

and their loyal propagandists in the news media

want you to blame the Russians.

How stupid do they think we are, folks? Hmm?

This was a strike against God himself!

Carried out by a sophisticated network of terrorist demons.

From Hell!

Uh, terrorist demons.

I don't... You hear about this?

I think I missed that one in Sunday school.

- - Ever heard of a terrorist demon, Phil?

Sure. My ex-wife.

The attacks were perpetrated

by what appears to be a sophisticated network of terrorist demons.

This can't be serious.

Bad enough our Rampart boys were there. Now we're gonna really entertain--

Dr. Fisher is one of the foremost theoretical physicists in the world.

I assure you, he is serious.

My apologies, Mr. Vice President.

Let me wrap this around my brain.

How can you be sure that these things were...

Demons?

The same way that any criminal is identified, Mr. President.

My team tested DNA samples from the scene.

And you know what demon DNA looks like?

Demons, since we're using the colloquial term,

are a related but separate evolutionary branch from Homo sapiens.

They are natives of another universe,

one that exists parallel to our own.

My current hypothesis is that one of our common ancestors

found their way into this other universe,

where they adapted and became stronger,

able to survive the more hostile environment.

You mean Hell.

Just to be clear, the hostile environment you're talking about is Hell.

Mythology exists to explain reality.

Why do you think every culture on Earth

tells the same stories about demons and the underworld?

We've discovered an interdimensional rift

that acts as a bridge between the two universes.

However, it has been blocked for millennia by a field of quantum interference.

Naturally occurring disruptions in this field

sometimes create what one might term portals,

which allow lesser demon types to enter into our world.

Luckily, these portals aren't stable enough

to accommodate larger, more complex molecular structures.

Uh-huh, right.

Which means?

Which means the big demons are stuck on the other side.

Who do you work for exactly, Doctor?

Dark Realm Command.

DARKCOM, as our PR department insists we call it.

DARKCOM is an independent dimensional security firm,

funded by private investments, such as my own.

Sir! You have to see this!